My Glassy Shelter (Dirty White)

<br>Is it so useless to talk<br>With these still shades?<br>Sometimes it seems that<br>I spy my moves<br>Through the vent of a glass stone.<br><br>...But what am I observing?<br>The sandpit I`m digging<br>Doesn`t seem deep enough,<br>`cause the cries of the wounded wave<br>are covering my strains.<br><br>But I long for this amorphous embrace<br>To reach close connections with my<br>Ego:<br>This is the spiral...<br><br>Is it so useless to talk<br>with these still shades?